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A paragraph or so of text for Matt in order to contextualise video number V077A – Review of specified time period in allegory 2006-2013.

The second half of 2013 was vastly different to the seven preceding years. I used to spend my days in front of a computer screen in an office, broadly cut off from the world. Now I spend my days in front of a computer screen in a spare bedroom, broadly cut off from the world.

Whilst I am contractually obliged not to detail the events leading to this change in circumstances, the past year has nevertheless had a significant impact on the content of my continual march towards death.

Resultingly, I have decided to attempt an expression of recent themes through the combination of two hitherto uncombined film scenes. Since it would be unwise for me to comment further, given the aforementioned contractual obligation, I will allow you, dear reader/watcher, to draw conclusions that are subject to the whims of your own prejudice and experience. You’re welcome.

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For his January/New Year guest contribution to T.I.S.A.R, Chris wanted to highlight some of his photographic work. Pictures first (which are pretty damn impressive), information second.

About Chris:

Former member of Tomfire et al, Chris studied for his BA in Photography and Video at the University of Lincoln, graduating in 2005 with a First Class Hons. With job prospects in a slump, Chris took a year off to live and work in Japan where he began to develop a taste for street photography, especially the phenomenon of sleeping in public places – a habit the Japanese seem to embrace.

Upon returning to the UK, Chris found employment as a graphic designer, a role which eventually led him to London and to a career as a freelancer.

With fingers in all pies, Chris continues to shoot photos and videos alike, often in collaboration with long term friends and fellow artists and creatives.

Some words from Chris:

“Throughout my travels, I amassed a ridiculous number of photos and having made the (tentative) switch to digital back in 2002, this means several hard drives worth of photos, most of which have never seen print, or until now, any outlet at all.

Having used services such as Photobucket and Picasa from the early stages and watched them fall at the feet of the mighty Flickr (a service I have struggled with due to the strangle hold of Yahoo) I’ve finally decided to launch my own photo-blog / portfolio and allow my photos a life of their own. I’ve long loved Tumblr (although that too is now owned by the Demon Yahoo) so it just seemed the best place to do it.

Please feel free to follow me, reblog and share my pics, just please link back to me. And if you need a photographer or have an idea, give me a shout!”

More information (including larger versions of all the images above) is available here.

Sly have made a Prog album. A fucking trippy, mysterious, terrifying, dark and brooding beast of an album. Anyone can make noise. It takes a lot of reflection, heartbreak, stolen whisky slogs, squatting and bloodshed to actually evolve your sound whilst keeping the spirit of your act. And Sly, man, if you’ve seen them live, you know these crazy bastards know how to create the tension then release all the energy in the room into something euphoric and insane. They’ve captured it on record beautifully. It’s rich, stuff happening all over the place. So much going on. Waves of drones, drums build up, drums go ape, noise, YES. N.o.i.s. e. Chants. Screams. It’s what Industrial music should sound like before that genre got hijacked by Goths and cunts. In places, it lets you imagine if Autechre weren’t just sat behind laptops, and actually had a band. This is the closest I can describe it. It’s unique. Krautrock being dragged into the 21st century and drained of all the hippy shite. Yeah! Full on Tangerine Dream and Stockhausen vibes. And done with no strings in sight! That, comrade, is impressive. Salute….

Track one “Handed Cack” sets the uncompromising and claustrophobic scene for what is to come. It feels like how your head and ears feel like just after you’ve seen them live. Warm bloodied ears, with the threatening hum of tinnitus. Vocals being deformed in to the mix, chimes tingling high notes creating an eerie cascade.
Track one slow drips into Track two “Grey Meat”. The dying radar alarm sounds warn you the tempo is about to change. The tribal drumming builds up, with noise coming and going. Sampler stabs. Building and building until the whole thing kicks off for a riot. And then back to the alarm.

Track three, “A man that could look no way but downwards, with a muck-rake in his hand”, goes for a Musique Concrete approach to start off with, and then rips its mask off to reveal again the howls and mania heard in “Grey Meat” before then dropping some epic sub beats that pave the way for some fine cosmic nodding.

Maaaaatttteeeeeeee……for real.

Get this on vinyl, bandcamp; play loud, in a room. And give it the respect it deserves!